I see you, specter
Ghost in the corner
You haunt me like old tombs
Like unread tomes of the western world
Behold another war zone, another genocide
Their blood nurtures the root of the devil's vine
Pierced through their martyr's ribs
Through burning trenches of shit
My black rose grows across the bayonet
These are the hands that bear the hive
The burden of knowing
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I see you, specter
Ghost in the corner
You haunt me like old tombs
Like unread tomes of the western world
Behold another war zone, another genocide
Their blood nurtures the root of the devil's vine
Pierced through their martyr's ribs
Through burning trenches of shit
My black rose grows across the bayonet
These are the hands that bear the hive
The burden of knowing
Ghost in the corner
You haunt me like old tombs
Like unread tomes of the western world
Behold another war zone, another genocide
Their blood nurtures the root of the devil's vine
Pierced through their martyr's ribs
Through burning trenches of shit
My black rose grows across the bayonet
These are the hands that bear the hive
The burden of knowing
Writer: Ian Nix, Dylan Walker, Derick Caperton, Brett Terrapin
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Solutions Corp, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico